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29 de oct. de 2023 · Eve Merriam and 'How to Eat a Poem'. 'How to Eat a Poem' focuses on the idea that all poems are a kind of food and can be popped into the mouth, chewed on, swallowed, and digested. It is aimed at the mouths of babes and children but could be nutritious for adults, too. Poetry as food is metaphorical: the reader is encouraged to 'eat' the lines ...
Eve Merriam (July 19, 1916 - April 11, 1992) was an American poet and writer. Her first book was entitled, Family Circle. She was born as Eva Moskovitz in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. After graduating with an A.B. from the Cornell University in 1937, Merriam moved to New York to pursue graduate studies at Columbia University.
In ‘ How to Eat a Poem ’, Eve Merriam uses eating fruit as a metaphor for reading poetry. The idea is that we can approach poetry like we approach food. That is, to bite in without hesitation and enjoy it. The words of poetry can be placed into the mouth. We can chew over the words and taste them before digesting their meaning.
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17 de ene. de 2014 · In 1981, Eve Merriam became the fifth recipient of the NCTE award. She wrote over 80 books for children and adults in a range of genres. Merriam actually got her start in the adult market with the publication in 1946 of her first collection of poems, Family Circle. From there she went on to write more adult poetry….
20 de may. de 2021 · Eve Merriam. The willow is like an etching, Fine-lined against the sky. The ginkgo is like a crude sketch, Hardly worthy to be signed. The willow’s music is like a soprano, Delicate and thin. The ginkgo’s tune is like a chorus With everyone joining in. The willow is sleek as a velvet-nosed calf; The ginkgo is leathery as an old bull.
By Eve Merriam. Once upon a time. I caught a little rhyme. I set it on the floor. but it ran right out the door. I chased it on my bicycle. but it melted to an icicle. I scooped it up in my hat. but it turned into a cat.
